The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Justin paused as he combed through Bella's hair, looking toward the phone screen.

"Bella, do you recognize the number?"

"No."

"Should we answer it then?" Justin asked, brows furrowing.

Typically, Bella never answered calls from unknown numbers, and it was rare for her to receive them.

However, her heart throbbed with a sense of anticipation this time. She felt like ignoring this call might mean missing out on something crucial. "Hello," Bella answered, her voice gentle.

"H-Hello."

On the other end of the phone, a timid, soft, and gentle voice of a young woman emerged, sounding slightly similar to that of her younger sister. Bella and Justin exchanged glances. Then, she quickly put the phone on speaker and began recording. "May I ask who is calling?"

"Is this Ms. Bella Thompson?" The girl asked softly.

is Bella Thompson

"I... I'm Rachel Mead."

tensed up, especially Bella, whose heart pounded like a drum, her fingertips trembling and her

intently at her, holding his breath. Then he took her delicate hand and

for your call every day, and finally, you've reached out." Justin's eyes narrowed in disbelief,

have had the opportunity to meet and speak with Rachel before this. Otherwise, why would she say such a thing?" But when had

for my call

her voice soft and frail, "Ms. Thompson, if I never reached

wait. The choice to contact me is yours, but the decision to wait is mine," Bella responded with a determined gaze, each word saturated with resolve. There followed a long silence on the other end

patience to the caller. She remained

often admired how

et

ine

always willing to humble herself and endure hardships to achieve her goals. She never let her privileged background make her feel superior or entitled to the

something Justin reserved only for Bella. With others, he lacked the same persistent

called

I'm ready to testify

Rachel's voice choked up, her words trembling as if

eyelashes fluttered intensely, his heart raced, and his jaw